Time, Time, Time… Part Two.

(Continued from yesterday’s post…)

A real job. I start tomorrow, on a holiday, because he’s got a new design project and he has so many other clients who are waiting. I didn’t have to start tomorrow, but I really didn’t mind doing so.

Up until tonight I still didn’t think this was really happening, but it is. I have a job.

What
Who? Who? Who has a job?

It started when I met S a couple of years ago, actually. Mr. Magick Man’s best friend introduced us in late 2011. He knew I was looking for a job, and S owned his own business. If nothing else, this would be a great networking opportunity for me since, at the time, I was looking for a project management position.

S was a very nice guy, but he was really looking for someone in the design field. I had little-to-no experience in graphic design at that time. I didn’t hear from him again.

A few weeks ago, the same friend who introduced us lost his battle with cancer. Mr. Magick Man and I went to see him while he was in hospice and we ran into S while we were there. S mentioned he’d heard I’d been working more in the graphic design field and been taking some classes. I said yes, and I had more experience since we last spoke. He asked me to send him my portfolio.

Well, I sent him a link to the online copy of some of my best work, and an updated copy of my resume, and he really liked what he saw. So he asked me if I had time to come in and talk for a bit. This was last week. “Of course,” I said.

An interview?? What am I going to do with my incense and oils business? I just started Tempest Mystic Products!! I talked to Mr. Magick Man, and he immediately assured me he’d help me in any way possible. Do I need someone to make incense in the mornings? He can do that. “That’s the beauty of owning your own store,” he says. “You have employees. I don’t have to open the store. I’m not the only one there in the mornings.” I just need to show him what to do. He’s wonderful. Have I mentioned that yet?

The interview itself was probably the most unique interview I’ve ever experienced. I sat down and just had a conversation. I found out this was partially because he had no idea exactly what he wanted me to do, he just knew he needed me to do something. I have strong project management skills but I also have a passion and talent for graphic design. it’s difficult to find one employee who can fill both of those roles. Initially, he thought he just needed another graphic designer but by the time we met for our interview he wasn’t sure that was the case.

Without a defined role, it’s hard to have an interview.

We did discuss the incense business and my time. I told him I’ve already got Tempest covered, so that’s not an issue. We discussed my areas of expertise. We started talking about what he does and clients. I didn’t have to be prompted to ask questions; they just kind of “flowed”. But after all this he still couldn’t tell me what he needed me to do.

So I gave him my opinion.

“It sounds like you need someone to manage the projects you have and map them out. Show you where your lag time is, identify resources, proactively reach out to the appropriate contacts in the project as needed, etc…, and you need someone to help out with design projects on occasion – kind of like a floater in that area.”

Exactly!!

“Great! So when do I start?”

Somehow, I talked myself into a job.

How on earth did I do that?
How on earth did I do that?

Time, Time, Time… See What’s Become Of Me…

… while I looked around for my possibilities …

I decided this entry would have to be a two-part story because it’s just so lengthy. Or, maybe it just seems lengthy to me because I have so little free time lately. 🙂

Regardless, I could easily write about what is going on now, but to truly understand one needs the background of what has gone on over the past couple of years (or, at least an abridged version).

I was laid off in February of 2011. I won’t go into a story of the cycle of depression one fights with that experience. I briefly touched on it when I hit my 1-year anniversary of unemployment.

At 47 years of age, one finds it difficult to find employment, regardless of laws against age discrimination. Looking for full-time employment? Good luck in the current economy, regardless of your age. August 3 of this year was the 2-and-a-half-year anniversary of my unemployment… technically…

See, eventually I had to do something or I’d go crazy. I started my own consulting business, designing logos and brochures. I found I have a creative streak. But my marketing skills? Ehh… not so great (not for myself, anyway). So in my free time, a few months ago, I started making incense. This has taken off.

My garage and my home smell wonderful. My house looks like a stockroom right now. But Tempest Mystic Products is up and running. 🙂

These past two months have been so busy! I’ve been building up inventory for a major festival this October. My routine:

  • Get up at 4am. Drink coffee.
  • Work in the garage from 4:30am – 8:00am
    • putting incense out to dry
    • or harvesting dry incense
  • Shower (it’s hot in that garage)
  • More coffee
  • Mix oils for more incense
  • Bag and Tag dry sticks
  • Product Development/Fulfill Orders

Oh, and somewhere in there I do remember to eat.

Of course, now that I’ve finally found something that works, what do I get?

A job. A real job. I start next week.

A job? A real job??
A job? A real job??

To be continued…

Firsts

I’ve spent over a year experiencing “firsts”. I’ve finally accepted the fact that the Universe is throwing lessons my way and if I keep closing my eyes and going “la-la-la-la-la”, this train ain’t gonna’ stop. I’m going through a period of growth and change in my life. Again.

Tomorrow I get to experience another “first” – one I’m really not looking forward to. One that terrifies me. I’ve debated blogging about this, though, because this particular experience is nothing new to a lot of people out there. I may come off sounding like a whiny little snit. If I do… :: shrugs :: I can’t help it. Try to see things from my perspective.

Tomorrow I will officially be uninsured. My COBRA insurance expires at midnight tonight. Because of my epilepsy, I can’t get healthcare coverage through any of the insurance providers. My COBRA coverage can’t transfer to an individual policy because they’re based out-of-state (something to do with insurance companies not being able to provide coverage across state lines, even though Blue Cross is Blue Cross in WA and in TX). The only insurance I can get right now is the State High Risk Pool, which is ungodly expensive. My other choice is to go 6 months without any kind of coverage and apply for the Federal High Risk Pool, which is affordable. But asking someone with epilepsy to go 6 months without healthcare coverage is asking a lot. Just like asking someone who has a heart condition, or asthma, or any other condition that required regular visits to a specialist and expensive medication.

I haven’t been without insurance coverage since 1987. Yeah, I know… last year I was saying I hadn’t been without full-time employment since 1987.

I don’t like being afraid, damnit. I feel like my last “safety net” is going away.